Immortality Starts With Investment

As Fan Qinghe refined and balanced the Yin-Yang Qi within her, she felt a deep, heartfelt joy. Her eyes, now regaining a spark of vitality, gazed at Ye Chen with affection. To have such a protector as Ye Chen was her greatest fortune. She wanted to repay him with everything she had. Unlike the Heavenly Emperor, who took without giving, Ye Chen’s character was trustworthy. Slowly, Fan Qinghe rose and approached him gracefully.

Noticing her movement, Ye Chen opened his eyes. Her gaze was now lively, a stark contrast to her earlier weak gesture. He smiled but calculated the timing. Only five days had passed since the last gift feedback, too soon to bestow the Unity method. He waved his hand, signaling her to continue refining and not rush out.

Fan Qinghe, touched by his concern for her cultivation, grew even more moved. Certain of his sincerity and knowing he wouldn’t take advantage, she resolved to bind him closer, to offer something more meaningful. She had seen Ye Chen’s videos, especially those with the Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, Yi Qingwu. Others might miss it, but as the Divine Maiden of Desire, Fan Qinghe understood women.

In the videos, Yi Qingwu always cursed Ye Chen fiercely before battles, as if she wanted him dead. Yet, Fan Qinghe sensed an undercurrent of complex emotions in her actions—sometimes even deliberately throwing the fight. The outcomes confirmed her suspicions.

Could Yi Qingwu harbor feelings for Ye Chen, restrained only by her status as a fiancée? This sparked a sense of urgency in Fan Qinghe. She had to secure Ye Chen completely, to make him fall under her charm.

Approaching Ye Chen, she pressed close, wrapping her arms around his. ”Holy Son, you gave me such immense Yin-Yang Qi for my cultivation,” she said softly. ”It’ll take you ages to restore it. You, who could become an immortal and rival the greatest prodigies, sacrificed so much for me. I have nothing to offer but myself in gratitude.”

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, ready to refuse. Nice try! To him, Fan Qinghe was now his most vital asset. In the cultivation world, power couldn’t simply be gifted. His Yin-Yang Qi, for instance, was absorbable only by Fan Qinghe, bonded to him through the divine seed. Her future cultivation would amplify his own strength, skyrocketing it at every peak.

Let her covet his body? No way. Demoness, don’t try to ruin my cultivation!

Ye Chen waved his hand decisively, rejecting Fan Qinghe a second time. ”No way!”

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Fan Qinghe, gently clinging to his arm, froze. Rejected again? Was she too subtle? How could Ye Chen, who cared so deeply, refuse her? Her big eyes filled with confusion, wondering if he was playing hard to get. Should she be more forward?

Before she could decide, Ye Chen scolded her sternly. ”Men are liars! They cherish you until they get you, then discard you! How do you know my kindness wasn’t just a ploy? Rebuilding that Yin-Yang Qi takes me five or six years—nothing! Would it be hard to win you over and then abandon you? As a Divine Maiden, where’s your caution? To so casually offer yourself—do you even value your cultivation? Are you worthy of your master’s trust or my sacrifice? Fan Qinghe, do you even have a cultivator’s resolve?”

His words hit like a thunderstorm, leaving Fan Qinghe stunned. She’d only acted out of gratitude and trust in his character, yet faced such harsh rebuke? She felt wronged, but beneath the grievance, her heart warmed. Ye Chen’s words were for her own good. He even demeaned himself, calling men fickle, and rejected her to protect her. This was surely the deepest love in the cultivation world.

Lowering her head, her voice softened. ”I’m sorry, Holy Son. I was just so touched and fond of you. Please don’t be angry. Tell me when I can repay you, and I’ll wait. How about during the Unity Stage? If you help me even then, it proves you’re genuine, and I can thank you properly.”

She set a tentative timeline, but Ye Chen’s expression remained firm. ”No! You can’t know someone’s true heart until the final moment. Only when you ascend to immortality will I agree!”

Fan Qinghe’s eyes widened. Immortality? How long would that take? Ye Chen might wait, but could she?

Fan Qinghe wanted to negotiate, but Ye Chen’s resolute expression showed his unwavering resolve. He loved her, yet wasn’t eager to claim her, only wishing to give his all for her sake. Words alone wouldn’t sway him. So, she decided to seize future opportunities, using her charm to gradually erode his steadfast will. Immortality was too distant a goal—only one person per generation could ascend. It was far too difficult.

Feeling a bit dejected, Fan Qinghe caught Ye Chen’s softening gaze. He couldn’t bear to see her like this. After all, she was his Divine Maiden, and with two days until the next gift-giving, he decided to give her a chance to express her gratitude.

”Alright, don’t be so glum,” Ye Chen said softly. ”I’ll give you a way to repay me. Back when we left the hall, I overheard an elder muttering that you’re hogging everything. So, are you going to keep it all to yourself?”

Fan Qinghe blinked, then understood, her heart warming. The Holy Son’s resolve was firm, yet he offered this chance to ease her sadness. He truly loved her. Confident in her abilities, honed by generations of Divine Maidens’ teachings and her master’s guidance, she saw this as a chance to showcase her prowess and chip away at Ye Chen’s insistence on waiting until immortality.

With a gentle smile, she said, ”Holy Son, leave it to me.”

Soon, Ye Chen understood the true might of a Divine Maiden of the Heavenly Desire Sect. Their legacy was no exaggeration. He almost wanted to summon the fiancée to learn from Fan Qinghe. Before long, the tides turned. Ye Chen’s head tilted back, fists clenched, the whites of his eyes growing prominent…